Thanksgiving Came Early

Tarnish was finally old enough to tag along on pack hunts and he was eager to get in some practice. He still spent his days tormenting small prey while dreaming of the day he could take on something bigger. He was swiftly learning the value of hunting in groups however, for a solo attempt at a deer had ended with him face planting into the mud without even touching a hair on the deer.

Tar was stalking along one of the beaches when he heard Ignis call the pack for a hunt. His ears perked up and he raced northward toward the Obsidian Beach. When he arrived he saw the serious, red-pelted man and offered a confident grin. "I'm ready, let's do this!" Did they really need anyone else? The two of them could do it! He said nothing as Worc perched on a piece of driftwood nearby.

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